Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.